Su Zhinian's phone was not on speaker, and she was quite a distance away, so Song Qingchun couldn't tell what Tang Nuo said on the phone. After about a minute, Su Zhinian suddenly turned to glance at her before mumbling an okay into the phone.
After a while, he added, "I really will be busy these next few days. Yes, it has been my lifelong dream to work with SR, but as they say, dreams are beautiful because they cannot be fulfilled."
"Sad?" There was a barely discernible coarseness to Su Zhinian's voice. When he said this word, his voice sounded as low as his spirits.
He was facing away from her, so she couldn't catch his expression, but she could sense the heavy feeling of helplessness radiating from his frame.
"It's not like I have not experienced something sadder…"
For some reason, when he said this sentence, Song Qingchun's heart squeezed with pain, a pain even more acute than the pain he had given her several days ago.
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